Chapter 4: Thursday

Hello : )

This is a short chapter, I'm sorry, but I will update very soon! To people reading only the Crenny side of this story, I'm sorry there isn't much of it here. Craig needs to finish his chores! Next chapter, shit goes down.

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Butters moved down the halls of his high school at an alarming rate for how crowded they were. It wasn't as if he was going anywhere important, it was simply that Butters enjoyed being the first one to class. He slipped through and past many of his happily mingling peers until something, or rather someone caught his eye.

Kyle vigorously searched through his locker for a new pencil; he'd broken his during his last class. Butters walked over casually, curious only for a moment as to why Kyle was taking the entire contents of his locker and throwing it on the floor behind him. "Hey, Kyle."

Kyle sighed irritably, the last thing he needed right now was a visit from Butters. The afore mentioned blonde boy waited a few seconds before speaking again. "Whatchya doin'?"

"Butters, I'm kinda busy."

"Oh, okay. Well are you going to be at the party this Friday?"

That was the last straw, Kyle had been hearing about this party all week and he had yet to have even one single question about it answered. He'd asked several people about it, where was it? Who was hosting it? Who was going to be there? But every time the person would get distracted and leave before answering! On top of that, Kyle had been stuck tutoring the re-incarnation of Hitler himself against his will, and he couldn't find one single pencil in his entire locker!

"WHAT party, Butters!"

Butters was a bit taken back by Kyle's hostility, but he answered none-the-less. "D-Damien is hosting a party at his house this Friday."

"Damien?"

"Yeah, y'know, son of Satan-"

"Oh, right," Kyle had calmed down quickly after his outburst and had resumed the search for a pencil just as quickly.

"He's invited everybody at the school."

"Huh," Kyle pulled three large text books out of his locker and threw them on the ground. He searched where the books had been.

"So are you going?"

"Oh, uh, probably not. I have a big project due."

Butters shifted his feet slightly. "Alright, I have to get to class. See ya Kyle."

Dylan was starting to get a little annoyed. All he wanted to do was be to class on time, but apparently that was too much to ask for. It was like for every step he took, he was pushed back two more. He gently pushed some brown-haired girl out of the way, advancing almost three whole steps before some big idiot came through and accidentally hit him in the ribs with his text book.

Dylan hissed loudly in pain. "Watch it, Asshole!"

The guy turned to him in alarm. "Calm down! Jesus."

Dylan grunted angrily, that was it, he needed to get out of this crowd of people NOW. He pushed past people until he was safe against the wall. From there he moved down the hall to his class as fast as he could. He went inside and set his back pack on his desk, taking a moment to lightly hold his still aching ribs.

He heard Bebe's voice from outside of the class room and remembered that he needed to talk to her. You see, after waking up and looking in the mirror at the many visible injuries on his person, he'd decided that he would offer to help keep an eye on her, in a way. Now he didn't claim to be the strongest guy ever, he wouldn't even call himself that good at fighting- he was, in fact, probably the worst person to be in charge of protecting anyone, but he thought maybe in a bad situation he could at least divert attention enough for Bebe to run away.

It wasn't like it was just her or anything either, he just thought it was wrong to knowingly let a girl like that get taken advantage of. He waited by his desk until Bebe entered the room, She walked to her desk and hastily glanced at him before setting her bag down. "Hey, Dylan."

He walked over to her, placing one of his hands on her desk. "I have a proposition for you."

Bebe began to chuckle and look up at him but something was wrong. She looked at the hand he'd set next to her. It was all bandaged up, the knuckles were wrapped and faint dots of red were seeping through. "Oh my god, D-" She looked at his face and stopped. His left eye was blackened, his lip was split, and two small bandages adorned his face, one on the bridge of his nose and one on the edge of his jaw. "What the hell happened to you!"

Dylan was confused at first, not one person that day had noticed his change in appearance. He was about to ask what she was talking about when he noticed his bandaged hand. He moved his hand securely into his pocket before deciding that ignoring Bebe's question was the best thing to do. "Do you want to hear my deal?"

"I want to know what the fuck happened to you," Bebe crossed her arms over her chest angrily.

Dylan didn't know why, he just really didn't want Bebe to know that he'd gotten his ass handed to him. "Nothing! Fuck! Do you want to hear what I have to say, or not?"

Bebe frowned and Dylan felt a little ping of guilt in the pit of his stomach. He looked down and rubbed the back of his neck. "Okay, what were you going to say?"

He looked up at her. "I know I'm not the best bet when it comes to like fighting and all of that, but I wanted to offer you protection, kind of, I don't know."

Bebe looked honestly confused by his statement. "What?"

"Like I could be there and beat the shit out of people if they tried to hurt you," Did he really start that sentence with the word 'like'? This sounded really dumb saying it out loud. He wanted to leave.

"Is somebody going to hurt me?"

"Well people might be angry that we humiliated Clyde…"

Bebe gasped. "Is that what happened?"

"No! Just in case, kind of."

Bebe looked like she was thinking about it for a couple moments. "Does that mean you'd like be with me all of the time or something?" She giggled a little bit. "Like my own personal body guard?"

He really hoped the flush of embarrassment he felt didn't show on his face. "No, I won't follow you around or something, I'll just be close by," He shifted his hands inside his pockets. "For example, instead of smoking behind the school at lunch, ill be inside in case something happens."

"Okay, honestly, what is going on? You're freaking me out. Like a lot."

Dylan looked around to make sure nobody around them was listening. "Okay, yesterday I heard some big guys say something about you."

"So obviously they're going to beat me up then."

"No, just, ugh. Please?"

Bebe sighed, she knew she wasn't getting even close to the whole story, but she could tell that Dylan was really worried, even if he didn't want to show it. Before she had time to answer, their teacher's loud voice rang through the class room telling them to sit down and shut up.

Dylan walked to his desk in the corner of the room, sitting down promptly. He sat there for a few minutes listening to his teacher until his mind started to drift. He stared out the window absently for quite a while until the girl in the seat next to him tapped him on the shoulder.

He was so surprised by the sudden contact that he jumped a little, turning to the girl. "What?" He whispered.

"This is a note from Bebe," She handed him a small folded up piece of paper. He unfolded it quietly and read the little note inside.

"if I'm going to let you "protect" me or whatever, I'm going to need the whole story."

Dylan had a minor mental battle with himself over telling her the truth or lying some more, and since lying hadn't worked yet, he decided to tell the truth.

The note worked its way across the class room and back to a certain blonde girl. She waited until the teacher had turned back towards the board to open the note.

"Some of Clyde's friends followed me after school yesterday. Don't worry about it, really. I'm offering to keep an eye out because youre much smaller than me + youre a girl. They could do some really bad stuff."

All that Bebe saw when she read that was how they'd followed Dylan after school. Where was he when it happened? How badly was he hurt? If they were Clyde's friends then that meant they were big and strong. She quickly scribbled a reply and sent it back.

Dylan tried to pay attention to whatever was outside of the window, he didn't want to look like a weirdo staring at Bebe or something. The girl next to him tapped him irritably a few seconds later and he thankfully took the note.

"how badly are you hurt?"

Emotions flashed through Dylan's mind. He was so confused on how to reply to her. It was completely bewildering to him that she'd noticed his bruised face to begin with, and now she wouldn't let it go. He was annoyed. He was annoyed because he was confused, but this confused didn't feel like confusion, it felt like a dull aching in his chest. His heart started beating fast so he wrote something on the paper and hoped it would get her to stop nagging him about it.

As the little paper made it's way back to the center of the room, Bebe bit her lip. She didn't want to open the paper and read all of the terrible things that had happened to her new friend. She instantly wished she hadn't asked, but then took it back. How could he be so unfazed by it? She slowly and silently opened the paper and released a breath she didn't know she'd been holding.

"it doesn't matter. Am I your new body guard or what?"

He was trying really hard to catch her off topic, she could tell. She didn't want to let him off the hook that easily, though. He needed to learn that when people ganged up on you and have you god-knows how many injuries, you were supposed to tell somebody. If not an adult than at least your friends so somebody could make sure you were alright. She took the fact that he'd told her the basics of what'd happened as good enough and wrote him back.

The note slowly came back to Dylan and he was relieved upon reading Bebe's reply.

"Yep."

"So you wanna hang out?" Kenny stood gesturing with his hands until Craig answered him.

"I can't, I have to do a bunch of chores and run a bunch of errands so I'm free tomorrow."

"That's cool. And you cleared it with your parents that you're crashing at my place afterward?" Kenny brushed off the pang of disappointment he felt easily.

"Yep," Craig started walking slowly away from Kenny, wanting to get home and get his chores over with as quick as possible.

"See ya," Kenny did the same, turning around and going home. Tomorrow was going to be excellent.